"Babe," Tiyanna shouted as Bridget was dazing into the distance, "you haven't touched your oreos and they're like your favorite food group!"

"Oh," Bridget replied, staring down at her half-eaten PBJ sandwich and oreos. "I guess I'm not hungry."

"Did something happen, Ridge?" Sasha shouted over the cafeteria noise, leaning across the table to hear.

"No," Bridget shouted back, "and that's what scares me. I mean, it's been like 3 days since I've spoken to Bryant and I haven't heard a peep out of him."

"Maybe he's gotten a hint," Sasha replied as she probed around her green jello with her spoon.

"I don't think so," Bridget doubted, taking a sip of her Ice Tea. "He's very possesive. He won't stop till he has me or..."

There seemed to be dead and even deadly silence between the 3 girls. "Well," Tiyanna piped in, "let's talk about a certain italian cutie."

"But Chris isn't italian," Sasha reminded Tiyanna.

"I was acutally referring to a Frankie Gala..."

"Please!" Sasha begged, slamming her hand on the table, "You're like a Chris junkie now! He's all you talk about!"

"Excuse me if he's just so...sexilicious!" Tiyanna pleaded as she licked the cream from her Ding-Song off her finger. "Besides...I think...Frankie and Bridget look..cute together."

"What?" Bridget pondered, "Getting involved with him is the last thing I should be thinking about."

"Well," Sasha continued, waving to the senior Trey Brock and his friends, "I think he's been a bit more than hospitable to you."

"Sash," Bridget shooked her head, "he's being a decent guy...well...very decent...ok he's..."

"the pick of the litter," Tiyanna chimed in, tossing her garage into a green trash can.

Bridget arrived home a little after 3. She waved to her mother hello and crashed in her room. After about an hour of homework she stopped. She couldn't stop thinking about Bryant and Frankie, Frankie and Bryant. They were living inside her mind. She recently picked up Dream Street's album, so she put it in her black boom box and layed in her bed, staring at the ceiling, observing cracks that looked like florida and an ice cream cone.

"Sweetie, come into the living room," her mom asked her as she put on her finishing touches on make-up. "I will be home like 2," she continuted as Bridget trailed behind her. "Just warm up the TV dinner in the microwave for like 3 minuetes." Denise gave her a kiss on the cheek and then went to Jared's playpen and lifted him into her arms. After a few minuetes of bonding, she carefully placed him in his crib, slipped oin her black pumps and was out the door.

Bridget lifted Jared up and sat with him on the couch. She took the remote and channel surfed for a movie. "You're the only guy I need, Jared," she whispered to him, "You know that, don't you?" As she looked at him, he gurgled in response.

After an hour of watching The Simpsons, Bridget dozed off with Jared cradled in her arms. Suddenly, the phone blares through the apartment. Ridge shot up and startles the sleeping Jared. “Oh Jared,” she sighed, “I’m sorry.” She took Jared with her as she ran into the kitchen to get the phone.

“Hell..hello,” Bridget stuttered.

“Bridget?” the vvoice asked, “it’s Frankie.”

“Frankie!” she shouted, placing Jared on the counter top. “I’m glad you called.”

“Well,” Frankie replied, “I wasn’t going to wait for you again.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ridge sighed, taking a seat at the counter, “I’m sorry. I’ve been laying low.”

“No word from Bryant?” Frankie asked.

“Not a word,” Bridget told him as she tickled Jared’s bare tummy. “Which worries me.”

“Who’s that?” Frankie asked overhearing Jared’s coos and giggles.

“My baby man, Jared” Bridget giggled back.

“Aww,” Frankie repled, “How old is he?”

“About 10 months,” Bridget told him, “and as cute as ever.”

“I’m gonna have to meet this studmuffin someday.” Frankie joked.

“You will,” Bridget assured him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Damn,” Bridget sighed, “I’m going to have to call you back, Frankie. Someone’s at the door.”

“OK bye,” Frankie said as he hung up the phone.

Bridget took Jared with her as she strolled into the livingroom. She placed him into his playpen and gave him his purple Barney doll. He screamed in appreciation as Bridget approached the door. “Who’s there?” she asked, touching the door lightly. Her temples started to throbb in anticipation.

“It’s Shane,” the voice said raspily.

She sighed and replied while unlocking the door “Oh Shane! I thought you might have been...” The door opened to reveal Bryant; a sadistic smile pasted on his face.